ANOTHER MAKER
A boy bounces a ball to make
a new set of footsteps; while on his lap, a man
bounces a boy. How none or all will fit; how words
make sense in sounds, and touch makes words, takes time.
Like Ladislaw when Dorothea tries
to explain poetry, in his moment
of boyish surety: You are a poem! he says
and as soon as it’s said, she is.
ALBERT PARK
I hear the sea how we come back claiming to be altered when
the painting of the barracks shows once we were never
live in what’s now owned by us, round trees curled
down to hear your thoughts starred
bold but let’s walk unscripted to the bar where we sang
when we knew where we were where the baby grand played
her high chalked notes and we cried ourselves to water
A boy bounces a ball to make
a new set of footsteps; while on his lap, a man
bounces a boy. How none or all will fit; how words
make sense in sounds, and touch makes words, takes time.
Like Ladislaw when Dorothea tries
to explain poetry, in his moment
of boyish surety: You are a poem! he says
and as soon as it’s said, she is.
ALBERT PARK
I hear the sea how we come back claiming to be altered when
the painting of the barracks shows once we were never
live in what’s now owned by us, round trees curled
down to hear your thoughts starred
bold but let’s walk unscripted to the bar where we sang
when we knew where we were where the baby grand played
her high chalked notes and we cried ourselves to water